I painted my toenails last night. It was not the carefree experience that it once was.
I twisted and turned and hunched over, squashing and contorting little B in all kinds of ways new to both of us. I would paint one coat on one foot and then have to lay back, panting and recovering and watching the Rangers get spanked for awhile. Then dive in again, struggling and determined, for the other foot.
In the midst of all the groaning and huffing, Carter even offered to paint them for me... but I was a little worried about the, um, skill of someone so unaccustomed to nail painting. However, I think this will have to be the last time I do them myself for awhile though.
Hello, my old friend, Deluxe Nail Salon.